Shadow & Shoulder

In meeting new people I eventually get to Bike Polo, and my quick description of its essence generally involves the word shoulder at some point. Shoulders to exhilarate, shoulders to devastate. Weaseling that pesky defender away so his buddy can score.

Still loving the lighting from the other night. Stadium lights overhead and the grey of aging asphalt beneath.

I’ll admit it. I just noticed all of the opposites in the two foregrounders. White/black shirt, white/black wheel, white/black gloves, white/black mallet heads, and so forth. Kinda nice.